“I have no idea. All I know is he keeps them in his closet.”

“You said he wasn’t a dickwhore. Why would he need all of these if he wasn’t planning on using them?”

She waves off the comment. “I don’t think he usually has this many. His friend Reid gave these to him as a joke for his twenty-fifth birthday.”

“Huh. Well, I guess we lucked out. It looks like you found the mother lode.” Now I know way too much about Waters’ dick and the reason for Violet’s awkward gait when they were first dating. I guess she must have gotten used to him by now.

I sift through the pile and finally find a green foil square, thank Christ. Here’s the thing about condoms: it definitely sucks if they’re too small. No one wants to feel like the circulation is being cut off in his dick. But I’d sure as hell rather wear a condom that’s a little on the snug side than go with one that’s gonna make my lightning rod look like it’s wearing a baggy sock.

I’ve used the green ones before. They’re extra snug, and it makes my junk look more impressive when I have to fight to roll it on. The shaving routine helps make everything look bigger, too. Not that I need any help there.

“So . . . um . . . do you think one of those will work? I checked the expiration date. They’re all good for, like, two more years.”

She’s doing that thing with her hair again. I hold up the green foil square. “This is perfect. I’ll thank your brother the next time I see him.”

Sunny’s eyes go wide. “You better not! He’ll castrate you.”

I slip an arm around her waist, and condoms crinkle under us as I roll over on top of her. “You don’t think he’d be cool with us being safe?”

“Alex would like to think he’s done a great job acting as my guard dog since high school.”

“You’re right. I won’t thank him. We’ll keep his secret stash between us.” I drop a kiss on her chin and another on her lips.

Now that I know this is for sure going to happen, I’mma take my time and make sure I do Sunny right. There’s also the whole thing about me being the first guy to give her an orgasm. It’s almost more important than being the first guy she had sex with—not that I want know anything about that.

Being the provider of the first big “O” gives me some power. It elevates my status. I’m the White Knight in the land of Orgasmia, wielding my magical sword of awesome.

We make out until Sunny claws her way down my back and starts jabbing her nails into my ass, trying to make my dick go lower. I sit back on my knees and grab the foil package I’ve set aside, but Sunny takes it from me and sits up.

“I want to do it.”

“It’s all you, sweets.” I motion for her to do her thing.

There’s something extra hot about having a woman put the condom on. Sunny’s right at eye level with my cock, and my dick twitches as she gives me a few slow strokes. She tears open the wrapper, inspects it to make sure she has it the right way around, then rolls it over the head.

Her tongue peeks out, and she glances up. “Are you sure this is gonna work? I think the gold ones are bigger.”

“This’ll work fine.” I put my hand over hers and help her roll it down the rest of the way.

Sunny folds her legs underneath her and rises up on her knees. She still has one hand on my cock. The other one smooths up my chest. I bend to meet her.

“You’re all ready for me,” she whispers against my lips.

“I sure am.” I wind an arm around her waist and use my knee to spread her legs wider as I lower her to the mattress. She rubs the head of my cock over her clit, then goes lower. I push up on my forearms so I can see her face as I ease inside.

I have to fight to keep my eyes open. I don’t know if it’s because it’s been more than three months since I’ve had sex, or because of the anticipation tonight, or because it’s Sunny—maybe it’s all of the above. The reason doesn’t matter, but the high is close to how I felt when we won the Cup.

A soft sigh falls from her lips. The nails digging into my left ass cheek retract. I can’t focus on any one sensation without being sidetracked by another. The visual and physical stimulation are putting my brain and body on overload.

Sunny’s fingertips sweep up my back, the lightness of her touch causing my muscles to jump. When she reaches my shoulder she makes a circle, then draws a line up my neck, following the contour of my jaw to my chin.

Even though she’s underneath me, she’s the one in control. I won’t move until she tells me to. And I’m perfectly cool with not moving. Being inside her is a whole different level of magical.

Sunny’s fingers drift over my lips, her eyes searching mine. Her smile is as soft as her touch. “Kiss me, please,” she whispers.

So I do. It’s unhurried, gentle brushes of lips and warm sweeps of tongue. There’s none of the earlier aggression when I wanted her worked up. A black knot of guilt settles in my stomach. For a second I worry that maybe I haven’t been fair about how we got here, maybe I’ve manipulated her into this position. But then Sunny shifts under me, circling her hips, and I forget everything but the feel of her.

We move together, and for once it doesn’t feel like a performance. It’s not about reaching the goal, about making her come—although that’s an objective for sure—it’s about experiencing her.

There aren’t any acrobatics on her part. She doesn’t try to bend herself into a pretzel, and she doesn’t scream my name, or slap my ass, or tell me how the rumors are so true. We kiss and move and groan into each other’s mouths. I never pick up the pace, I just change the angle a bit and draw her left leg up higher so I can hit that sweet spot with every slow thrust.